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Hey lovers of paranormal
romance! Here’s a book that’ll spike your interest.
Author: Georgia Lyn Hunter
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: The Warlords of Empyrea
Title: Darkness Undone (book1)

BLURB:
A fading realm, a
warrior bound, and the woman who will save them both…

Bound to a vengeful goddess, immortal warrior, Reynner, has
little time for the fairer sex. The last thing he wants is to be aligned
with another female, even if she is the key to finding an artifact
and saving his realm. But his stone-cold resistance is tested, his attraction
undeniable for the feisty mortal, until she demands the one thing he cannot
give her…his trust.
Eve Leighton avoids intimacy of any sort after an accident
in her teens left her with a painful ability to see into another’s mind through
physical contact. When an ice-cold warrior claims she is his world’s savior,
she’s intrigued, until she dares a look into his soul and sees a man who’s been
cruelly betrayed. She agrees to help him and loses her heart. But the man is an
unassailable fortress. With quiet determination, she chips away his barriers
and a passion darker than night pulls them under.
As his enemies close in on the hunt for the artifact,
Reynner must overcome his own personal demons as battles are fought to claim
the woman he loves or lose her forever. And Eve has to face her own mortality
and fight for a love of a lifetime.
Excerpt
Reynner lifted his head.
His skin pulled taut across the sculptured bones of his face. “You think I
don’t want you? It’s been pure torture, Eve.”
“I don’t know what to
think anymore,” she whispered.
He stared at her for
a long second. “Undress.”
“What?”
“Undress, Eve. Now.”
At his demand, she
swallowed. She would be naked in front of a man who showed no softness. Had
none to give. Still, she wanted him so badly; it hurt just to breathe. With
trembling fingers, she reached for the first button on her shirt, but her hands
shook too much.
The next moment, he
reached out and swiftly undid the buttons and peeled her top off. He tossed it
aside. Warm, callused palms slid to her back and her bra followed. Goosebumps
flooded her skin at the cool air. Her nipples hardened. At his dark, caressing
stare, she covered her breasts with her arms. He shook his head. “Don’t.”
He moved her hands
away. His gaze slowly swept down then up again. Reynner trailed his open palms
up her stomach to her cup her breasts. Squeezing gently, he pressed an
open-mouthed kiss on the scar on her left breast, then dragged his tongue over
her nipple, leaving behind a trail of heat in its wake.
Oh, God! Eve
shuddered, her body thrown into a whirlpool of sensations.
His leathers
creaking, he hunkered before her and snapped open the button of her jeans. He
unzipped, then parted the fly, and dragged another heated kiss down her
stomach.
Eve grabbed his
shoulders as he pulled the denim down her hips. She stepped out of them, and he
tossed the garment aside. He bit her stomach, eliciting another shudder from
her. With his teeth, he caught the edge of her panties and pulled the scrap of
cotton down her thighs, yanking them off.
He was at eye level
and could see her—would see everything. Instinctively, she flung one arm across
her breasts and the other covered her femininity.
“Eve.” He removed her
hands, keeping them in a gentle but firm hold at her sides. “Look at me.”
Heat washed her face.
Her heart raced. Biting back the urge to cover herself again, Eve met his
burning gaze. Sunlight filtered through the treetops and dappled his pale hair
in shimmering gold and silver hues. He was so beautiful.
“You are beautiful,
Eve.”
The intensity of his
stare made her tremble. And just like the time in his room, he was crouched
before her once more. Except there was no fear in her now. Instead, desire and
a deep yearning to be in his arms took hold.
“Reynner, please…kiss
me.”
Available:
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About the Author:
I’ve been creating stories from the moment I could string
two words together. No matter the tale, it always has romance woven through
them. Yes, I’m a hopeless romantic.
When I’m not writing or plotting new books, I like to read,
travel, painting, or troll flea markets where I usually buy things I might
never actually use because they’re so pretty.
After working in a few jobs all art related, a chosen career
as a fashion designer, then an art teacher, I finally found my passion four
years ago: writing. There really is no other job I’d rather do.
Oh, and I live in the beautiful country of South Africa.
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